Today our little lamb had her 2 month doctor's appointment, which means the dreaded SHOTS. UGH. I didn't realize how tough it would be on .... me. Yes, me. Man it was tough. I mean she cries at home of course but a few seconds after that first shot hit her leg, her face and cry was something I'd never seen and WOW I was done! I am supposed to comfort HER - what about someone comforting me?! Just telling people about it upsets me again. WOW - heart.breaker.

Anyway, back to her - the important one. She weighs 10 lbs 14 oz and is 22 inches long (at her 2 week appointment was 8lb 12 oz and 19 3/4" long). She is in the 50% percentile for both height and weight. Which before I had her, I had NO clue what that meant. Basically if you had 100 babies, 50 are heavier and 50 are lighter than her. So she's doing great. She's right on the growth chart where she should be. My doctor is shocked to say the least that Gabbie is sleeping about 9 hours every night straight through until morning. Her exact words: "You're lucky, but don't be surprised if that changes when she's 7-9 months old." Funny, I've read that somewhere that people would say "you're lucky"....

Here's a sweet picture of my little pea once we got home - she was tuckered out from her shots and big day (probably the children's Tylenol didn't help either):